Hangin' Out With Ma

Despite being sick Friday, I still made it up to my ma's place to give her a hand. Yes, it's November, and that means it's time to move again. However, this is the last move she intends to make... she's back up with my brother's and sister, and nephews and nieces. Next Saturday is the day to move all of the heavy stuff. In the meantime, we'll be taking all of the smaller items, and getting them situated. That's what I was there for on Friday eve... unfortunately, I felt like butt, so we only managed to move one load.

After we got everything unloaded, she insisted on taking me to get a bite to eat. Though I wasn't really hungry, I knew I could do with some food, so we went to a Fazoli's.

This place has some kickass breadsticks... I've heard that before, but never been to one of these restaurants until Friday. After trying them, I have to agree. But these breadsticks also caused me a bit of embarassment.

My mother and I were getting our drinks at the dispensers, and I happened to look up just in time to see a woman taking a bite of a breadstick. I mean, this was a big, deep bite. She had over half of the thing slowly going into her mouth... I'll admit it. It was a bit of a turn on. But I was waiting on the gag reflex... it was that far in. Not thinking about who I was with, I started chuckling to myself as I turned to make a comment about folks deepthroating breadsticks. Thank Gott that I realized my mistake before I actually made it. I probably would have been slapped upside the melon in front of everyone, had I said that.

Well, I turned a bit red (I could feel it) as my mom asked what was so funny. Of course, I just told her that I had thought of a stupid joke, but it was too stupid to let her in on. Meanwhile, I had looked back at the other woman, and she caught me chuckling at her, embarassing me further. I don't know why... I wasn't the one aspirating breadsticks!

We moved back to our table, where I viciously cut my breadsticks into small pieces, and managed to only eat about 1/4 of my lasagna. I just wasn't feeling up to eating. So my mom hooks me up by telling the manager (who had come around asking if our meals were alright) that I wasn't feeling very well, and I would need a box to take home what I couldn't eat. She made sure that he could understand her... as did most of the restaurant. Heheheh...

Moms... the natural ego checks.

Posted by That 1 Guy at November 6, 2005 12:03 PM